Ah, Salt Lake City. The charm of Lalaland! What is it about this place that makes me want to move here every time I visit? Perharps it is the heat...Nah, that can't be it, I live in Vegas. Maybe it is the sister missionaries following me all around Temple Square, asking for a referral...no, I don't think that's it either.
Maybe because it might just be the only city where drivers actually respect speed limits? But I like to speed, so that can't be it. Or maybe all the kids running and screaming everywhere I look? Maybe my inner mother (my very very very hidden inner mother) can somehow relate to this mayhem.
In the end, it's probably all my dear friends from Honduras that live here. I don't know, could be.
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